Chapter 2: Striking with All One's Might

  Indeed, only five bandits were chasing the government troops. The reason is not very good to say, because the bandit army chased and divided their forces. The government soldiers were so sloppy in training that they reached a shameful level. Even in this small-scale escape, they couldn't even run together, and ran into three separate groups. Although the overall direction was still consistent, they had already dispersed.

  The thieves were indeed considerate, originally only around fifty or so, and surprisingly they cooperated very well, splitting into three routes to pursue their own targets. Because Song Qing's side was all tender newbies, the thieves' eyes were old and seasoned, and at a glance they saw through it, so they simply divided five people to come and kill them, which thoroughly enraged Young Master Song.

  In these times, everyone's nutrition is not good, the government soldiers are pale and thin, and the bandits are not much better. Song Qing was 1.85 meters tall in his previous life, and this life he is also around 1.8 meters tall, thanks to his father's good fortune as a general, he has been eating relatively well, not every meal with fish and meat, but at least enough to fill him up, and occasionally he can even get some extra meat, so compared to ordinary soldiers, he is indeed much stronger, although he has the reputation of being a waste, but at least he looks like a real deal, belonging to the kind that can be admired from afar but not approached.

  Take another look at those thieves, each and every one of them looks like a small radish head. Although the people around me are also somewhat similar in behavior, there are still thirty or so people, with a ratio of six to seven being chased by others like rabbits. Young Master Song really can't bear it.

  One of them grabbed Ding Kui, Song Qing stopped in his tracks, and with the long spear in his hand, he stabbed forward and shouted: "Everyone stand still, anyone who dares to run, I'll poke a hole through you!"

  Because he was the son of the commander, no matter where he went, he would always be taken care of. So this time when they were fleeing for their lives, Song Qing was also running in front. Suddenly, he stopped and immediately scared the people behind him, who subconsciously stopped in their tracks. The five bandits were hot on their heels, but found that their targets had suddenly all stopped. Wondering if there was some trickery afoot, they saw a pale-faced young man pick up his spear and stand his ground, shouting something hysterically.

  At first, the thieves were still on guard, but when they took a closer look at that person, they immediately put down their guard. Just now, when Song Qing escaped, he was so scared that he jumped around like a rabbit, and those few cries of "dad" were still fresh in everyone's memory. Some people with quick mouths even responded with a few more cries. Now, seeing this person being mysterious, they suddenly burst out laughing. The leader, a thin man, raised the long knife in his hand and walked forward with a swagger, sneering: "My son, have you come to find your dad? Call out again for me to hear!"

  He spoke sarcastically, and the rest of the bandits burst into another fit of laughter. Wei Suo's military household also wanted to laugh, but suddenly thought that this involved the famous Song Laohu, so he forcibly restrained himself, only feeling extremely stifled, with a few parts of his heart crying out in distress. Just now, when they were fleeing, it was still okay, but now that they had been caught up by others, they feared it wouldn't be easy to escape. If they were captured by the bandits, they would have to call their families to send money, and everyone wasn't wealthy to begin with; adding this expense would be a burden. Suddenly, they felt somewhat dissatisfied with Song Qing.

  Before anyone could react, a silver light flashed before their eyes, and the snow-white spearhead had already pierced out, hitting that thin thief's throat. The thief was originally laughing loudly, but suddenly had his throat poked by the spearhead, and instantly got stuck, the last few sounds were like an old duck having its neck caught, making a particularly unpleasant quacking sound.

  Large mouthfuls of blood foam spewed out along the trachea and oral cavity, instantly dyeing the soles of that thief's feet crimson. Everyone was shocked by this sudden change, and for a long time no one made a sound. Even Song Qing, who had just committed murder, was stunned by his own actions.

  He had intended to resist, but he didn't expect to kill someone with one move. When he was practicing gun skills with his master before, it was always a wooden mannequin that was stabbed, and no matter whether it was the heart or throat, it would only make a "peng" sound, but now he has killed someone.

  This matter, it seems to have been made a bit too big of a deal, fortunately he is now an official soldier, killing bandits is reasonable and lawful, it's just that it's a bit nauseating, after all in his past life he didn't lack for fights with people, the smell of blood was something he had seen plenty of, therefore apart from the first time he killed someone, feeling a slight fear in his heart, thinking it was a bit nauseating, there wasn't any other problem.

  But others didn't think so, Song Qing's cowardly and weak image had already been deeply ingrained in both parties. Now, with a sudden move, he stunned everyone, and for a long time, no one dared to speak or move their feet. The scene of the pursuit that was just hot and intense suddenly became harmonious.

  Cold scene, silence.

  After a while, Song Qing finally suppressed the nausea and saw that his own side was stunned, the thieves had not reacted yet. He took a deep breath and shouted loudly like a beast: "Kill!"

  A loud roar, the long spear was sent out again, this time straight to the opponent's chest. The thief didn't react at first, and when he came back to his senses, the snow-white spearhead had already reached his chest. His instincts wanted to avoid it, but his body seemed to be frozen in place, unable to move. He could only watch as the spearhead pierced through his clothes and flesh, followed by a sharp pain in his heart. He stared wide-eyed as large amounts of blood spurted out, and then everything went black as he fell softly to the ground.

  Clean and neat, without any drag or delay, two shots resulted in two lives lost. At this time, it was still summer, the weather in Xuzhou's Jiangbei area was hot and dry, revealing a mechanical killing method that made everyone feel cold to the bone. It seemed as if the blood-stained gun tip had some magical power, and as long as they moved slightly, it could directly pierce over and take their lives. The owner of the long gun, Song Qing, left a deep impression on them.

  Song Qing was originally tall and large in stature, and after being splattered with the fresh blood of two thieves, he looked like a giant statue of a demon god. The soldiers had already been stunned into silence, and some of the more timid ones were even chattering their teeth in fear. They simply couldn't imagine how Song Qing, who had always given people a weak impression, could suddenly turn into a killing god.

  After killing two people, Song Qing's morale greatly increased, and the soldiers of Wei Su were also boosted. After all, the guy in front of them, covered in blood, with two lives in his hands, was their companion. Even if they had looked down on Song Qing before, now they regarded this killer as their own reliance.

  Ding Kui looked at the "blood man" beside him with some trepidation, swallowed his saliva, took a deep breath, and then stuttered: "Song, Song Qing, what do you think we should do? We'll all listen to you!"

  "We just said that, didn't we? Thirty or so people were chased by five of you, don't you feel ashamed?" Song Qing ignored the three remaining bandits in front of him and turned to Ding Kui and the other soldiers: "If you feel ashamed, follow me and kill the enemy together, get rid of these three, and then no one will know about our shameful affair!"

  After finishing, he picked up the long gun again and rushed towards the third bandit. Ding Kui looked at him like a madman for a moment, sniffed his nose, seemingly appreciating the bloody smell in the air, and somehow found the strength to pick up the long knife and follow Song Qing forward.

  One, two, three, four...

  Just a while ago, more than thirty military households that were being chased like rabbits suddenly turned into hunting dogs chasing their prey, ferociously pouncing on the other two bandits.

  The thieves were originally few in number, and because Song Qing was too timid on this road, there were no strong pursuers. In a short time, they were settled, with Song Qing single-handedly killing four of them, and another being killed by Ding Kui and a soldier working together. The remaining soldiers didn't kill anyone, but they all took action, punching and kicking, which boosted their morale greatly.

  Since the soldiers' hearts can be used, Song Qing took advantage of the situation and didn't do one or two things. He held his long spear in his right hand, stretched out two fingers with his left hand, and shouted at another group of bandits who were chasing after their friendly forces: "Follow me to charge up and wipe them out, when we get back I'll ask my dad to reward you!"